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Thursday, January 05, 2006
Wow. Long time no post.
I know, I know, I promised to keep ya'll updated, especially with the Room-mate or Doom... but hey. I work. A lot apparently, if you take my overtime log into consideration.
I suppose the difference is that with Gary's store, life at the 'Shack ain't so bad. I know what I need to be doing-- no mind games of 'what do you think you should be doing'-- and I know where we stand. Plus, I'm garaunteed a lunch break. Of 30 minutes definately, and maybe more depending on the day. I know! Amazing, isn't it?
Hells, I have to sound whingey to half the people who read this.... I I am really. To those of you who think I whine too much on my LJ? You shoul dhear me in real life.
No really. ^~
Anyhoodles, Yule rocked my face off. I'm currently working on reprogramming myself from saying 'Christmas'. I mean, I can't rant about all the shoppers pissed at me for saying 'Happy Holiday' if I myself refer to X-mas, y'know.
Mom was a total shopping beast-- more so than usual, I mean-- on Black Friday apparently, and made a 2 AM foray to Comp USA to snag a fab deal on a 30GB iPod Video. I mean, damn woman, when I joking say I want an iPod for x-mas, don't think I really mean it.... Not that I'm not psyched about it... It's the coolest toy ever and it means I won't have to scrimp my own pennies to buy myself one... and I guess You really do know the meaning of Yule with the whole giving more than getting and surprising the hell out of your kids.
Of course, we got you good on the morning of, when you came sneaking into the spare room to wake up Tema and me.... It was so hilarious to hear that squall when we both turned out to be awake and started tickling you. That rocked.
Also got some cool wall-art and some chatelaine accessories... Gods I got so much stoof and lurved it all.
The New Year's Party was a blast. As usual, there were abounding jello shots and drunken people crashing everywhere when I woke up the next morning. Of course... the events of the night are slightly hazy, but I know it was all good... umm... good fun. Heh.
Dennis-- one of Blue's buddies-- brought over a PS2 game called Rumble Roses and a pr0n by the name of Sex Trek-- The Last Orgasm, or something like that. OMG. The game kicked ass, I totally bought a copy-- 10 bucks at Toys 'r Us, who wouldn't?-- the next morning.
But the funny part was the amount of drunks gawping at the tv as the intro played, then the collective 'This is the best game _EVER_!'. It's not that great, but when you're drunk... mudwrestling kicks ass.
I rememeber making it into the kitchen some time during the pr0n, but I don't remember how I ended up on the floor by the fridge working the door open. I remember making the little pile of jello shot cups... But I don't remember kissing Staypuft. Odd that.
You'd think someone who hates kissing would remember that. Ah well.
The Roomie Sitch is as always, tolerable. My complaints will probably stay the same and remain that way. I recognize the fact tht I can be a stone-cold bitch, but she should recognize that she's an idiot. If you're not going to eat hamburger, don't eat meat period. You're not allowed to whine about the poor cows while you're sitting on your ass chowing roast beef smothered in BBQ sauce.
You are also not the only person in the house with a job. Yes your feet hurt. Suck it up or get a new one. You were the one who chose Applebee's over Bass Pro.
So what if I'm a mean bitch? Get over it. And do remember, you are not the only person who does anything in that house. Tema does far more than you will ever think about doing, Ms. 'Oh While You're Up...'
And I'm done with that. I refuse to dwell on her inanities and stupidities for too long. Remind me sometime to get ya'll a transcript though.
At work now on lunch, getting ready for inventory. I can only hope that Gary's right an we're out of here by 11... I don't want to be here at 3:30 like Ozark was last night. Poor guys.